JJ
Maybe.
The message sat on my screen long enough for regret to settle beneath my ribs.
I had admitted it. Not only that I had been waiting for a message, but that I had been waiting for one from him.
Across the house, the television continued playing in the living room. Havoc laughed at something on the screen, completely unaware that I stood beside the bedroom window with another man’s necklace around my neck and a secret conversation glowing in my hand.
The phone vibrated.
Him:
I was hoping you’d say that.
A smile threatened before I could stop it.
Me:
You seem awfully sure I was looking for you.
Him:
You picked up your phone four times.
Me:
That doesn’t prove anything.
Him:
Then tell me what you were looking for.
I glanced toward the bedroom door. It remained closed.
